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Preface 


Far out in the broad island-dotted and 
island-fringed Pacific Ocean lies an island 
group known as the Hawaiian or Sandwich 
Islands. 

The brave voyager Captain Cook, who dis- 
covered these Hawaiian Islands, found living 
there a brown-skinned people, whose descend- 
ants live there to this day. Indeed, most of 
the island dwellers in the Pacific are of the 
brown race, which we know as one of the 
great divisions of the human family. 

As the years passed by, the brown people 
living on the Hawaiian Islands came into 
closer relations with America. The islands 
are on the line of trade and travel between 


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Preface 


America and Asia. Our missionaries went 
there, and the people welcomed them gladly. 

At length the time came when the Hawaiian 
Islands asked the greatest of the American 
nations, our United States, to receive them 
into her family ; for they saw that they could 
not govern themselves as wisely alone as with 
her help. Thus these brown, childlike peo- 
ple came to be among the youngest of the 
adopted children of our nation. 

Our government has accepted a great trust 
in undertaking to care for these people who 
are of a different race and who live far from 
our shores. We shall all of us feel much in- 
terest in seeing that our adopted brothers and 
sisters are treated kindly, wisely, and well. 
We shall not forget that, far apart as they 
are from us in distance and by race descent, 
they are yet our kindred. 'So we shall be 
doubly glad to meet and know our little 
Hawaiian cousin. 


Contents 


CHAPTER 

I. A Happy Child . 


PAGE 

9 

II. 

An Outdoor Kitchen 

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• 1 7 

III. 

Surf - Riding 

. 

. 26 

IV. 

Quarterly Review . 

. 

• 35 

V. 

Auwae’s School 

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• 45 

VI. 

Long Ago .... 

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. 52 

VII. 

The Coming of the White 

Man . 

• 59 

VIII. 

The Diver .... 

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. 68 

IX. 

Stories of Olden Time . 

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. 77 

X. 

Up the Mountain 

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. 85 

XI. 

The Volcano 

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. 92 


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List of Illustrations 


PAGE 

Auwae ....... Frontispiece 

“ It is a low building whose sides and high 

SLOPING ROOF ARE THATCHED WITH GRASSES” 1 3 

“The party sit on the grass in a circle” . 22 
“Auwae and Upa dared to peep inside” . 41 

“ A little stream where two women are wash- 
ing ” 47 

“ It is like a long, grand toboggan slide ” . 75 


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CHAPTER I. 

A HAPPY CHILD. 

Little Auwae is beautiful ; but, better 
than that, much better, she has no thought 
of it herself. 

She sits in front of her low cottage home 
singing a soft sweet song, weaving a garland 
of scarlet flowers to adorn her head. As she 
carefully places each bud on the string, she 
looks up at the American flag floating in 
the breezes not far away. 

The schoolmaster of the village tells her it 
is in honour of George Washington, the great- 
est man of the United States; that if he had 


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not lived, America would not be what she is 
to-day, and she might not have been able to 
give Hawaii the help needed when trouble 
came. 

But what cares little Auwae for all this? 
What difference does it make to her that her 
island home, the land of beauty and of flowers, 
is under American rule? To be sure, a few 
of the “ grown-ups ” in the place look sober 
for a moment when they speak of the change 
since the old days of Hawaii’s kings ; but the 
sadness passes in a moment, and the gentle, 
happy child-people turn again to their joys 
and sports. 

Auwae has shining brown eyes, and, as she 
smiles at the homely little dog curled up at 
her side, one can see two rows of beautiful 
white teeth. Her skin, although of such a 
dark brown, is so clear and lustrous one can- 
not help admiring it. The girl is not afraid 
of tan or freckles. She rarely wears any head 


A Happy Child 


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covering save a garland of flowers, if that could 
be called such ; but she bathes herself fre- 
quently with cocoanut oil, which makes the 
skin soft and shiny. 

She takes an abundance of exercise in the 
open air ; she swims like the fabled mermaid ; 
she rides for miles at a time over the rough 
mountain passes on the back of her favourite 
horse. It is no wonder that this plump little 
maiden of ten years is the picture of health 
and grace. 

Her home is a perfect bower. It stands in 
a grove of tall cocoa-palms, whose beauty can- 
not be imagined by those who live in the tem- 
perate lands and who see them growing only 
in the hothouses. They are tall and stately, 
yet graceful as the willow ; their long, curved 
stems reach up sixty, seventy, sometimes even 
one hundred feet toward the sky, then spread 
out into a magnificent plume of leaves from 
twelve to twenty feet in length. The breeze 


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makes low, sweet music as it moves gently 
across the tree-tops and keeps company with 
Auwae’s song. 

Beneath the trees the grass is of the most 
vivid green, mixed with delicate ferns ; the 
garden in front of the house is filled with 
gorgeous flowering plants, — roses, lilies, ole- 
anders, geraniums, tuberoses, scenting the air 
with their perfume ; besides many others 
known only in tropical lands. 

The garden wall at the side is hidden by 
masses of the night-blooming cereus, which is 
such a curiosity in our own country that often 
many people gather to watch the opening of a 
single flower. 

Vines hanging full of the scarlet passion- 
flower drape the veranda on which Auwae 
sits. When she has finished her wreath, she 
crowns her long hair with it, and turns to go 
into the house. 

She makes a pretty picture, the little girl 





“ IT IS A LOW BUILDING WHOSE SIDES AND HIGH SLOPING 
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with her simple white dress^ beneath which 
the bare brown feet are seen, — those feet 
which have never yet been pressed out of 
shape by stiff, tight casings of leather. 

I call it a house, yet many speak of it as 
a hut. It is a low building whose sides and 
high sloping roof are thatched with grasses. 
Few such are made nowadays in Hawaii, for 
the people are fast following the example of 
the white settlers, and now build tfyeir cottages 
of wood, and divide them into rooms, so that 
they look like the homes commonly found in 
New England villages. 

Auwae’s father, however, clings to the old 
fashions of his people, and his little daughter 
has always lived in this beautiful grass house. 
The frame was made of bamboo poles fastened 
together by ropes of palm-leaf fibres. Days 
were spent in gathering the grasses for thatch- 
ing the sides and roof of the house. They 
were woven into beautiful patterns for the 


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roof. It was necessary to choose skilful work- 
men who knew just how to finish the corners, 
for the heavy rains of the tropics must not be 
given a chance to soak through the outside 
and make it damp within. When it was fin- 
ished the house looked like a large bird’s nest 
upside down. 

Strange as it may seem, there is no floor 
in the house, but the ground is paved with 
stones. It is nearly covered with large mats. 
Some of these are made with rushes, while 
others have been woven from leaves of the 
pandanus-tree. They are stained in bright 
colours and odd patterns. A large screen of 
woven pandanus leaves divides the sleeping 
portion from the rest of the house. 

There is no furniture, unless one can call 
by such a name the great number of mats 
in the corner. They serve for couches, bed- 
spreads, and screens. In one corner is a 
collection of gourds and bowls, or calabashes. 


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A Happy Child 

as they are called. Some of them are polished 
highly and prettily ornamented. If Auwae’s 
father desired to do so, he could sell these cal- 
abashes to the American cc curio ” collector for 
a goodly sum of money ; but he will not part 
with a single one. They are of all sizes, from 
that of a tiny teacup to the great “ company ” 
calabash, which holds at least ten gallons. 

When there are many visitors at Auwae’s 
home, this calabash is used at meal-time. It 
will hold enough food to satisfy the appetites 
of a large party. 

The greatest treasure stands at one side near 
the wall. It looks like a mammoth dust-brush, 
but it is a sacred thing in this Hawaiian family. 
It is the mark of chieftainship. None other 
than a chief had, in the old days, a right to 
own such a thing, under the penalty of death. 
The long handle of polished bone is topped 
by a large plume of peacock feathers. The 
ancient kings of Hawaii were always attended 


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by bearers carrying “ Kahilis/’ as the people 
call them, and two enormous plumes stood at 
the threshold of their homes. No common 
person could pass by this sign of royalty or 
chieftainship, and enter a dwelling so marked, 
unless he were bidden. 


CHAPTER II. 


AN OUTDOOR KITCHEN. 

Auwae does not linger within the house, 
but follows a sound of talking and laughter 
in the grove behind the house. There she 
finds her mother and grandmother, together 
with a number of the neighbouring women. 
They, too, are weaving garlands, for they wish 
to decorate their husbands when they come 
home to dinner. 

Auwae’s mother is making her wreath of 
bright orange-coloured seeds taken from the 
fruit of the pandanus. She wears a garland 
like Auwae’s, except that she has used flowers 
of another colour. She has wound a beautiful 
vine around her waist and throat, which sets 
off her loose red dress to perfection. She is a 
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fat woman, but as beauty is often measured by 
size among the Hawaiians, she must be consid- 
ered quite handsome. 

What is it that makes her look so different 
from her white sisters ? It is not the brown 
skin, bare feet, and flowing hair like her 
daughter’s. It must be her happiness and 
the grace of all her movements. She seems 
to be actually without a care as she leans back 
in the grass and pats her little daughter’s head. 
Her laugh is just as joyous as Auwae’s. Her 
hands do not bear the marks of labour, but 
are soft and dimpled as a child’s. 

She, a grown woman, is idly making wreaths 
in company with her neighbours, instead of 
cooking and sweeping, dusting and sewing for 
the family ! Think of it and wonder. But 
then, you say, this is a holiday ; why should 
they not be idle and gay ? The fact is, all 
days are like this to the Hawaiian mother, 
who lives the life of a grown-up child. The 


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world does not seem so serious as some people 
think. It is a happy dream, and mother and 
child and neighbour dance and sing, swim and 
ride, in sunshine and in rain alike. 

This reminds me that in their language 
there is no word for weather . It is contin- 
ual summer there unless one climb high up on 
the mountainsides ; and as for rain, it does 
not worry the people, for can they not dry 
themselves in the clear air that follows ? 
There is, therefore, no need of this disagree- 
able word which one hears so often in some 
parts of America. All days are alike to the 
Hawaiians. 

Auwae’s mother has no servant, for there is 
little housework to be done in her home. The 
grass hut is scarcely used except for sleeping 
purposes. Both cooking and eating are done 
out-of-doors. The little girl’s father has built 
an oven in the ground near the house, with 
enough room in it to roast the food for his 


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own family as well as two or three of his 
neighbours. 

He dug a pit in the ground and lined it 
with stones. Whenever cooking needs to be 
done, he fills this pit full of wood, which he 
sets on fire. When the stones are sufficiently 
heated, the pig, chickens, or beef, and the 
taro, or sweet potatoes, are wrapped up in 
leaves and placed in the oven ; a little water 
is thrown over them so they will steam. Then 
the hole is covered over tightly, and the food 
is slowly and nicely baked. 

Auwae’s dinner has been cooking all the 
morning, and it is nearly time for it to be 
served. What do you think shall be done 
to prepare for it ? Who of the company will 
stop her chattering and garland-making long 
enough to set the table ? 

As among the brown people of Borneo, 
there is nothing to do except to uncover the 
oven, take out the food, and place it on the 


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grassy table-cloth, while Auwae runs into 
the house for some calabashes. There must 
be a large one to hold the “ poi,” and a smaller 
one for drinking-water. No plates are needed. 

For to-day's dinner there is a roast of beef 
to eat with the poi, and delicious cocoanut 
milk takes the place of the coffee sometimes 
drunk. For dessert there are the most deli- 
cious wild strawberries, which ripen all the 
year round in this favoured island of the 
Pacific. 

If Auwae wished, she could have a banana 
or a fresh pineapple, but she is easily satisfied. 
Think of it ! there are forty different fruits 
growing near her house. One can easily 
understand how there is little work in pro- 
viding food, and how little cooking is needed 
to keep the body in good health. 

And now Auwae’s father and several other 
men join the women. The garlands of flowers 
are placed around their necks and on their 


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heads, and the party sit on the grass in a circle 
around the bowl of steaming poi. 

But how do they eat? The poi, a sticky 
paste, is the principal dish. Surely something 
must be used to carry it to the mouth. That 
is true, and the fingers serve this very purpose. 
One after another, or all together, however it 
may happen, the company dip into the great 
calabash and skilfully roll balls of the paste 
on their forefingers, bringing it to their 
mouths without dropping a particle. Poi is 
called “ one-finger,” “ two-finger,” or “ three- 
finger,” according to the thickness of the 
paste. 

But what is poi? is asked. It is the food 
best liked by the Hawaiian, and takes the 
place of the bread of the white people. It is 
either pink or lavender in colour. In the old 
days, pink poi was a royal dish, as it was only 
made for kings and queens. The different 
kinds are all made from the root of the taro 


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plant. A small patch of this very valuable 
plant will supply a large family with all the 
food they really need for a whole year. 

The principal work of the little girl’s father 
is to tend his taro patch and keep each little 
hillock surrounded by water. From the time 
of planting until the ripening of the beet-like 
bulbs, he watches it with the most loving care. 
When fully ripe, he pulls up the plants and 
bakes the bulbs in his underground oven. 

When they have been sufficiently dried, he 
prepares for his most difficult task by stripping 
himself of his cotton shirt and trousers. You 
remember that the climate here is a warm one, 
and when the man is working hard he suffers 
much from the heat. 

He now takes the baked taro and puts it on 
a wooden platter and beats it with a heavy 
stone pestle. From time to time he dips his 
hands into water as they grow sticky from 
handling the pasty mass. After he has 


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pounded it for a long time, he puts it into 
calabashes, adds water, and sets it away for 
several days to ferment. 

He grows very tired before his work is over, 
but does it gladly, rather than do without his 
favourite food. It would not suit us, I fear, 
as it tastes very much like sour buckwheat 
paste. In Hawaii white people often eat the 
taro root sliced and boiled or baked, but they 
seldom touch it when prepared in the native 
fashion. 

Now let us return to Auwae’s dinner-table. 
The food is quickly eaten, after which the little 
girl passes a calabash of water around among 
the company. It is to serve as a finger-bowl. 
Does this surprise you ? Ah ! but you must 
remember these Hawaiians ate with their fin- 
gers. These same fingers are now sticky with 
poi, and as the people are natural lovers of 
water, they are fond of having every part 
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A pipe and tobacco are passed around for 
a smoke. These people, so cleanly in some 
other ways, do not object to using the one pipe 
in common. The women put away the food, 
and the company prepare for a picnic at the 
shore but a short distance from the house. 
They will spend the afternoon in surf-bathing, 
and all of them will perform feats in the water 
that would astonish the best swimmers in 
other countries. 


CHAPTER III. 


SURF- RIDING. 

Auwae has a loved playmate, Upa, a boy 
a little older than herself. He goes with the 
party to the beach. Carrying their surf-boards 
under their arms, the two children hurry ahead 
to the beach of shining white coral sand. 
Look ! The broad Pacific now stretches out 
before their eyes. How blue are the waters, 
reaching out in the distance till they seem to 
meet a sky just as blue and clear of a passing 
cloud ! How the hot sunshine beats down 
upon the sand ! Yet Auwae does not seem 
to mind it. She stoops to pick a wild morn- 
ing-glory growing almost at the water’s edge, 
and then dances about, saying to Upa : 

“ Hurrah ! The waves are just fine to-day 
for bathing, aren’t they ? ” 


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We almost hold our breath at the thought 
of these children trusting themselves out in 
the high waves rushing in from the coral reef 
a quarter of a mile outside. Then, too, we 
know there are sharks in these waters ; and 
what a terrible death would be Auwae’s if one 
of these creatures should grind her between his 
many teeth ! 

As to the sharks, we need not fear, as they 
never venture nearer than the coral reefs, 
which seem to be a wall beyond which they 
dare not pass. And as for the water ! why, 
when we have once seen Auwae swim, we can 
no longer fear for her safety. It seems as 
though water, instead of land, must be her 
natural abiding-place. 

But now the rest of the party have arrived, 
bringing with them their surf-boards, or wave- 
sliding-boards, as we might call them. 

For those living on Hawaii’s shore, much 
of the pleasure of life depends on these pieces 


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of wood so carefully prepared. They are made 
from the strong, tough trunk of the breadfruit- 
tree, are highly polished, and about two feet 
wide. They look very much like coffin lids, 
and are long enough for one to stretch at length 
upon them. 

It takes but a few moments to remove their 
clothing and put on their bathing-costumes. 
For the men, it is the malo, a piece of cloth 
wound about the loins and between the legs, 
and, before the white people came, the only 
garment worn by them at any time. 

All are now ready for the sport. They 
wade out into deep water with the surf-boards 
under their arms. Then, pushing them in 
front, they swim out till they reach the break- 
ers, when they suddenly dive and disappear 
from view. 

There is no sign of them for several 
moments. Now look far out and you can 
see their black heads bobbing about in the 


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smooth water beyond the waves. Watch 
them carefully as they wait for that great 
roller about to turn toward the shore. They 
leap upon its crest, lying flat upon their 
boards, and are borne to the beach with the 
speed of the wind. 

It must be grand sport, once they know 
just how and when to take advantage of the 
incoming wave, as well as the still greater skill 
in riding on that wave without being swallowed 
by it. It is harder to succeed than one imag- 
ines before trying the experiment himself, for 
the swimmers are obliged to use their hands 
and feet constantly to keep themselves in 
place. 

Some of them do not even rest on the shore 
before swimming out for another wave slide ; 
and as the afternoon passes they rival each 
other in more and more daring feats. See 
those two men no longer lying flat on their 
boards as they rush onward in the water ! 


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They only kneel, and wave their arms and 
shout in glee to their companions. But most 
daring of all is Auwae’s father, who actually 
stands erect as he is borne toward the shore on 
the crest of a huge wave. He travels at a rate 
sufficient to deprive one of breath. 

The kind man takes time during the after- 
noon to give Auwae lessons in riding her own 
board, which he has lately made for her. Up 
to this time she has had to be content with 
swimming only, and in this, as I told you, she 
is already wonderfully skilful and graceful. 

The hours pass only too quickly, and night 
suddenly shuts down upon the happy people. 
The moon comes out in such beauty as is seen 
only in the tropics. It bathes sea and shore in 
a soft, sweet light, so pleasant after the daz- 
zling brightness of the sun. Auwae and Upa 
once more lead the party as they wander 
slowly homeward and again enter the shadow 
of the tall palm-trees. 


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The children look toward the mountains 
behind the village reaching up so grandly till 
their tops are lost in the clouds, and Upa 
says : 

“ Auwae, do you know that my father is 
going to Kilauea next week, and he says 
I may go with him. Ask your father if you 
may go, too. It will be such fun ! ” 

Auwae has wished a long, long time for 
such a chance as this. She claps her hands 
in delight, as she feels quite sure of her par- 
ents’ consent. 

Kilauea ! She has heard so much about the 
mighty crater. Even now she can see a faint 
reddish gleam light up the sky in the distance. 
The largest active volcano in the world is 
showing that it is still alive and using the 
mighty forces directed from the very bowels 
of the earth . 1 

x This volcano is not constantly, but intermittently, in erup- 
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It would almost seem as if Auwae would 
feel fear at living in the shadow of a volcano. 
Is she not sometimes awakened in the night 
by the low rumbling sound coming to her 
through the clear air ? And does she not 
then lie trembling at the thought that she 
may sometime be swallowed up in a tremen- 
dous flow of lava? Other children in towns 
like hers have met such a fate in the years that 
are gone. Why should she not fear ? 

But Auwae was born here, and has always 
lived where she could see the light from that 
huge furnace of Nature. She is so used to it 
that she does not dread its power. She lives 
in the joy of the present, and does not consider 
that which might possibly come to her. 

Think of it ! This home of hers and its 
sister islands are the children of volcanoes, for 
they were born of fierce explosions of lava, 
thrown above the surrounding waters from 
the floor of the sea. Foot by foot Hawaii 


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has been built up out of the water. Layer 
after layer of lava has been poured, one above 
the other ; then, cooling and crumbling, a soil 
has been formed on which the beautiful plants 
and trees of the tropics have taken root. 

But this is not the whole story of the island, 
for tiny creatures of the sea have given what 
was in their power. The coral reefs lying 
along the shore have been built up by the 
growth of millions of polyps, and the shining 
white sand is composed of finely ground coral, 
which once formed the skeletons of similar 
polyps. 

What curious helpers Mother Nature some- 
times chooses ! Think of the coral polyps and 
their strange lives, leaving when they die a 
foundation upon which men and animals shall 
afterward have a home ! Upa often dives for 
the sprays of coral, pink or white. He sells 
them to the white people in the village, who 
send them as curiosities to other countries. 


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Auwae and Upa bid each other good night 
at the garden wall. The little girl stops for 
a moment at the pond in the garden where 
many goldfish are moving about in the moon- 
light. She loves her beautiful fish ; she feeds 
them every day, and often thinks how kind 
her father was to make the pond for her 
delight. 


CHAPTER IV. 


QUARTERLY REVIEW. 

As she stands beside the beautiful clear 
water, an unpleasant thought comes into her 
mind. It was only yesterday that some white 
travellers came through the village on horse- 
back. A little girl about Auwae’s own age 
was in the party. She was very pretty. Her 
cheeks were pink and white ; her hair was like 
the golden sunlight ; her eyes were as clear 
and blue as the waters surrounding the beauti- 
ful island. 

“ Why wasn’t I made white ? ” the little 
brown girl said to herself. “ If I should bathe 
myself over and over again, it would make no 
difference. I should never look like her. Oh, 


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dear, I will ask mother why God made us so 
different.” 

She ran quickly back down the pathway till 
she met her mother. 

“ Mamma,” she whispered, “ I think you 
are just lovely as you are, but still I do wish 
I had been born to look like the little Ameri- 
can girl I saw yesterday on horseback.” 

“ My dear one,” answered her mother, 
“ God is love, and all are alike to Him. In 
the fields around us He has made flowers 
of many kinds and colours. Some roses are 
red, and some are white, yet the red and the 
white are equally admired. So it is with 
the people who share His life. Some are 
of one colour, some another; they are all 
needed to give variety and beauty to the 
world. All are equally His work. Be happy 
and contented, my darling, and think no more 
about it.” 

Auwae’s eyes grow bright again as her 


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mother speaks. The shadow passes away, 
and she is her own joyous self again. 

“ Of course it is all right. I’m glad I’m 
just what I am,” she exclaims. “ And yet, 
mamma, when Christmas comes, I believe I 
should like a white doll that would look like 
that little girl. I could have such fun playing 
with her and curling her hair. You know we 
often put red and white roses in the same bowl, 
and they look very pretty together.” 

“ All right, I will remember your wish 
when the time comes,” laughs her good- 
natured mother, while Auwae hastens away, 
half dancing, half running. 

She must certainly hurry to bed now, for 
to-morrow is a school day, and she wishes to 
wake early in the morning. The moon shines 
so brightly to-night that Auwae can easily see 
to undress by it and stretch upon the floor the 
strip of tapa which serves for her bed. If it 
were dark, however, she would use an odd 


38 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

candle that she herself made. It is formed 
of candlenuts strung together. They grew 
near Auwae’s home, and are so much like 
wax they burn readily. I should much prefer 
them to a calabash of beef fat with a rag for 
a wick, which is sometimes used by Auwae’s 
mother. 

“Now I lay me down to sleep,” repeats the 
gentle child, as she kneels in her little corner, 
and is soon fast asleep. 

Where did Auwae learn this prayer? It 
was in the white church in the village. There 
the old Hawaiian minister tells his little flock 
every Sunday of the One True God, and of 
the loving Friend who said : “ Suffer little 
children to come unto me, and forbid them 
not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” 

Auwae loves her Sunday school; she de- 
lights in the music of the organ and the songs 
she learns there. Every three months there is 
a grand celebration in the church. It is called 


Quarterly Review 39 

“ Quarterly Review.” All the children in the 
country for miles around come flocking into 
Auwae’s village. It is such a pretty sight, as 
the boys and girls come marching over the 
hillsides ! The girls are dressed in white, 
and everybody wears a wreath and festoons 
of bright flowers. Sometimes they sing as 
they march along. 

By ten o’clock in the morning the church 
is closely packed and the music begins. There 
is song after song, after which the children are 
called one by one to the platform to speak 
pieces and recite Bible verses. The ones who 
have learned most receive the prizes. Auwae 
won a prize at the last quarterly review. It is 
a picture of the infant Jesus giving water to 
his cousin John from a shell. No doubt you 
have seen a copy of it. Auwae thinks it is a 
lovely picture. It is the only one of any kind 
in her house. 

The quarterly review lasts the whole day. 


40 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

The children do not get tired, however. 
They have a picnic dinner under the trees 
behind the church ; then they are ready for 
more songs, and speak more pieces, until the 
round red sun in the west says : 

“ Come, my little ones, hurry homeward 
quickly. Many of you have miles of walking 
before you, and I cannot show you the way 
much longer.” 

Then Auwae bids her friends good-bye. 
She will not again see some of them till three 
months more have passed. 

Aloha ! Aloha ! echoes back from the hill- 
tops, and our little girl turns again to her own 
lovely nest under the palm-trees. How differ- 
ent everything is now from the old days of 
Auwae’s people ! Her grandmother has told 
her about the hideous idols they used to 
worship. 

There is an old heathen temple but a few 
miles from her home, and once, just once, 


Quarterly Review 


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Auwae and Upa dared to peep inside ; then 
they ran away with all their might, for fear 
that somehow those long rows of ugly figures 
might become alive and follow them. 

Think of it ! less than a hundred years ago 
not only animals, but human beings, little 
children even, were sacrificed to hideous 
wooden and stone idols. 

The people were in constant terror of the 
god of the shark, the goddess of the volcano, 
and other fearful beings who were ever ready, 
as they thought, to bring destruction upon 
them. Besides these, there were great giants 
and monsters whose anger must be satisfied 
by offerings of animals and men. 

“ How glad I am that I live now instead 
of a hundred years ago,” says Auwae to Upa 
many times, as she thinks of Pele, the goddess 
of the volcano Kilauea. “ Grandma has told 
me of her own mother, who really believed 
that Pele lived far down in the fiery crater, 


42 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

that she was the ruler and queen of fire. 
She thought that other spirits, too, lived 
there. There was the spirit of steam, the 
spirit of the thunderbolt, the spirit of strength, 
and I don’t know how many other terrible 
beings. And oh, what times those spirits had 
together in the flames, dancing and making 
merry ! But if the people forgot to bring 
Pele their offerings of hogs and bananas and 
all sorts of presents, she would get fearfully 
angry, and roar and threaten to overflow the 
country with lava. They would get very 
much frightened, and hasten to the summit 
of the volcano with the best they had.” 

And then perhaps Upa answers, “ Please 
don’t speak of those awful days any more. 
I like best to think of the time when our 
people turned from such ideas of their own 
accord, saying they were just nonsense. But, 
really, it must have taken a brave woman to 
do what Queen Kapiolani did. You know 


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43 


she walked right up the side of the mountain 
with her trembling followers, and kept on till 
she reached the very mouth of the crater, and 
then dared Pele to do her worst. She turned 
to her followers, and said : ‘ I do not believe 
in Pele ! If there is no such being, no harm 
will come/ Of course, the people expected 
the fiery waves to leap up and swallow them, 
but nothing did happen, you know. 

“ Hurrah for the old queen's pluck, I say. 
After that, women dared to eat bananas and 
do many other things the priests had forbidden 
to all but men, saying it would make the gods 
angry. How silly the people used to be in 
those days ! ” 

Then both children are still for a moment 
as they think lovingly of the good missionaries 
who came to their land just as their own peo- 
ple had given up idols. The good men and 
women came to tell them something better 
than they had ever known, — something to 


44 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

drive fear from their hearts, to destroy the 
cruel power of the priests, and to bring free- 
dom of mind and body. What was it? The 
love of God ! 


CHAPTER V. 


auwae’s school. 

On the morning after the picnic the little 
brown maiden is awake bright and early. 
After her breakfast of poi and yams she 
weaves a wreath of fresh flowers for her head, 
and, taking her books under her arm, begins 
her walk to the village school. Her way leads 
past Upa’s home, and the boy is already wait- 
ing for her. As she comes near he shouts : 

“ Oh, Auwae, I have something to show 
you. You’ve got time to stop a few minutes 
without being late to school. Come with 
me.” 

And the boy leads the way down a path 
to a tree covered with vines trailing from the 
topmost branches to the ground. It makes 
a perfect bower of the sweet-smelling blos- 
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46 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

soms ; but it is not this Upa wishes to show. 
He leads Auwae close to the trunk of the 
tree and bids her look straight upward to 
an odd nest gnawed in the trunk far above 
them. From the hole two bright eyes are 
peering down at the children. They belong 
to a large rat that has made his home in the 
tree ; perhaps he did this to be sure of safety 
from small boys. Or possibly it was to secure 
himself from the raids of the mongoose, so 
common in Hawaii nowadays. 

“ Poor little fellow,” says Auwae, “ I don’t 
blame him. Father says that a good many 
rats live in the trees near here, but I never 
saw them there before. And father says, too, 
that the white men brought the mongoose here 
from India to drive out the rats, but the little 
fellows are not satisfied with killing them off ; 
they want our chickens, too. It’s a perfect 
shame. I wish they had stayed in their own 
country.” 


Auwae’s School 


47 


As the children now hurry on their way, 
they are obliged to cross a little stream where 
two women are washing. There are neither 
tubs, scrubbing-boards, nor soap to be seen. 
The clothing is dipped into the soft water and 
the parts most soiled are rubbed on flat stones. 
It must be rather hard on garments made of 
fine cloth, and it seems as though the women 
would get tired bending down. After all, 
there are but few things to wash, and, as the 
people do not work hard, their clothing cannot 
get badly soiled. 

But look ! Here come some of Auwae’s 
schoolmates to join them. They are swim- 
ming down the stream. Each carries her 
clothing in a small bundle in her hand ; she 
holds it out of the water as she paddles along. 
It is such a common matter that Auwae is not 
in the least surprised. 

The schoolhouse is soon reached. It has 
but one large room, as there are but thirty 


48 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

children in the village. Much of the time the 
gentle schoolmaster sits with his pupils under 
the large tree near by. Auwae likes that 
much the best. She can never get used to 
the close air inside the house. But to-day the 
children must do some writing, so they sit at 
their desks and compose letters to their adopted 
brothers and sisters in America. 

How odd it seems to see the schoolmaster 
tend his baby while he teaches the children ! 
Why didn’t he leave it with his wife at home ? 
Because in this island of flowers it is the duty 
of men as well as women to act as nurses. It 
seems a strange idea to us, but, if they are 
satisfied, it must be all right. 

Look at the baby ! He is wrapped in 
enough clothing for six such tiny beings, 
and drops of perspiration are running down 
his face ; but he does not cry. 

“ Aloha ! ” says our little Auwae, as she 
bows before her teacher. And “ Aloha ! ” 


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49 


he replies, in a kind sweet voice. How many 
things this one word means ! It answers 
for “good morning/’ “good-bye,” “love,” 
“ thanks,” and I don’t know what else. But 
the smile that goes with it seems always to 
explain its meaning and make it the most 
delightful of words. 

In Auwae’s land the language was never 
written until the white people came to teach 
and help the Hawaiians. But it is very easy 
to understand, and Auwae could read when 
she had been at school only a few weeks. 
She had only twelve letters to learn. Every 
word and syllable of the Hawaiian language 
ends in vowels, and there are no hard sounds 
to pronounce. The sentences flow like music ; 
so it is no wonder that Auwae composes 
poems so easily. They are very pretty, how- 
ever, and her teacher is proud of her. 

Auwae can tell you a great deal of the 
history of her island home. There are some 


50 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

parts of it that she loves to hear over and 
over again. On many a warm night as she 
lies on the grass with her head in her father’s 
lap, she will look up into his kind eyes, and 
say : 

“ Papa, do tell me again about the very 
first Hawaiians. How did people come to 
live here after the island had grown up out 
of the sea ? I can seem to see the seeds 
and twigs floating on to the shores with the 
tide. I can see the seeds sprouting and shoot- 
ing up into tall trees out of the lava soil. 
But I wish you would describe again the 
boats loaded with people coming here from 
far away. 

Then Auwae’s father tells her of the time 
when there were no grass houses, nor brown 
children playing about them. He relates the 
stories handed down for hundreds of years 
about people living on distant islands across 
the equator. They were not treated kindly in 


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their own land, and wished to find a new 
home where they could be happy and free. 
They were much like the Pilgrims who left 
Europe, and were willing to bear hardship 
and danger in New England. 


CHAPTER VI. 


LONG AGO. 

The old Hawaiians, who in those far-away 
times called themselves Savaiians, loaded their 
boats with provisions and other needed sup- 
plies. They set sail with their wives and 
children in hope of soon finding a pleasant 
home in some new island. Their voyage was 
longer, however, than they expected. Storms 
arose, and many of the poor little children 
grew sick and died. But the boats, which 
were hardly more than large canoes lashed 
together, rode safely onward. After many 
days the people saw the shores of the 
Hawaiian Islands ahead of them. 

How glad they were to stand on dry land 
once more ! They found a sheltered valley 


52 


where they soon made themselves comfortable. 
They had brought with them some chickens, 
two or three pigs and dogs, besides the seeds 
of the breadfruit, and the kou trees. They 
found the taro plant already growing there. 
They had made poi from it in their old home, 
so they knew how to use it. Besides this, 
they found the kapa-tree. From its bark 
they could make new garments to take the 
place of their sea-worn clothing. 

They were very happy. Children were born 
in this new and beautiful land. Seeds were 
planted ; more pigs and chickens were raised. 
It was the Golden Age of Hawaii, for there 
were peace and plenty. 

Even the Brownies helped the settlers, and 
often worked wonders in the land. At least, 
this is what Auwae’s father said, and I think 
he believed in these queer littfe beings. 

When he mentioned the Brownies, — Mene- 
hunes he called them, — Auwae’s eyes grew 


54 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

large with delight. She loved to hear about 
this race of dwarfs who were said to have built 
immense fish-ponds and sea-wells. Why, if 
you yourself, should doubt there were such 
beings, Auwae could point to their large stone 
ruins not far from her home. She would say : 

“ Do you suppose any living people could 
set such great stones in place? Surely not! 
The Brownies are the only ones having 
strength enough to do work like that. Why, 
they are able to pass big stones from one to 
another for miles.” 

Her father tells her that the secret of the 
Brownies’ power is that they work together 
and work till their work is done. When 
human people sleep they are busy, but if 
mortals walk abroad at such times the 
Brownies make themselves invisible. Those 
were certainly wonderful times when the 
spirits of the earth worked for men, and did 
such mighty deeds in Hawaii. 


Long Ago 


55 


But an end soon came to this joy and 
comfort, for men began to quarrel and have 
wars against each other. Then the Brownies 
withdrew their aid, and left them to them- 
selves. Sickness fell upon the Hawaiians. 

m 

There were many rulers, each one trying to 
gain all the power possible. The rich grew 
richer, and the poor poorer. Wicked priests, 
as well as the chiefs and masters, held the 
people in fear. It was a sad, sad time. The 
“ chiefesses ” (for there were women rulers) 
were no better than the men. 

At last a child was born in Hawaii, who was 
unusually strong and wise. He grew up and 
became a great chief. His name was Kame- 
hameha. That word means “ The Lonely 
One.” He was very ambitious. He looked 
over the island of Hawaii, and said to him- 
self : 

“ I will make myself king of this whole 
land. I will bring the people more closely 


56 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 


together. I will change many of the customs 
which are bad and harmful.” 

He kept his word. He rallied his own men 
around him, and was soon ruler of the entire 
island. But still he was not satisfied. He 
looked across the sea to other islands, and 
said : 

“ I will be ruler over all these, too. My 
kingdom shall be a powerful one.” 

He sailed with his troops in his strong 
war-canoes, and soon landed on the island 
of Maui, not far from Hawaii. 

The king of that island had been warned 
of the coming of the enemy. He was al- 
ready marching down a narrow pass between 
the mountains to meet The Lonely One and 
his army. 

Kamehameha did not waste a moment. He 
rushed up the pass, his men following him 
in single file, and there, in a narrow pathway 
at least a thousand feet above a deep abyss, 


Long Ago 57 

the two armies met. As each one of the 
Hawaiian soldiers stepped upward, he met 
and grappled with one of the enemy. One 
or the other was sure to be hurled downward 
over the precipice, and meet death below, if 
he were not already killed on the narrow 
pathway. 

It was a terrible battle. When night came 
the army of Maui was no more, and Kame- 
hameha was ruler of that island. 

He was suddenly called back to his own 
home, for news came that a rebel leader in 
Hawaii had risen against him. This leader 
encamped with his men near the volcano 
Kilauea. As the great Kamehameha advanced 
to meet them an earthquake shook the land ; 
a violent storm of cinders and sand rose out 
of the crater to a great height, and then fell 
down over the mountainside. 

When the men were able to advance once 
more it was found that a large part of the 


58 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

rebel army had been killed by the eruption. 
At this the people exclaimed : 

“ Surely the Goddess Pele was angry at the 
rebel chief. She chose this way to show her 
favour toward Kamehameha.” 

After this there were other troubles, but the 
Lonely One grew more and more powerful. 
At last he became the ruler of all the islands. 
He did with them as he had promised himself, 
and the people were united and happy as 
long as he lived. 


CHAPTER VII. 


THE COMING OF THE WHITE MEN. 

At nearly the same time that this brown 
king was born in Hawaii, a baby was born 
in far-distant England, who was, many years 
after, the first white person to visit Auwae's 
home. This baby's name was James Cook. 
He was a little country boy. His father was 
very poor. James might not even have had a 
chance to learn his letters if it had not been 
for the kindness of a good woman who lived 
in his village. 

The boy had to work hard, even when 
very small. He did not like his work, either, 
and after awhile he said : 

“ Oh, how I long to leave this place and 
be free ! I would rather live on the beauti- 


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60 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

ful blue ocean than here in the country. I 
shouldn’t mind doing the hardest things on 
board a ship.” 

After awhile he made up his mind that he 
could not bear it any longer. One dark night 
he packed up a small bundle of clothing and 
ran away to isea. 

Do you imagine he found a kind captain 
waiting at some dock who became his good 
friend and helper ? Don’t imagine it for a 
moment. He did find a captain, and a ship, 
too. He also got a chance' to work as a cabin- 
boy, but he was -badly treated, and had to 
work far harder than he ever did on land. 

Yet he loved the life of the ocean so much 
that he kept on sailing, and worked his way 
up to a high position. He even became a 
captain. People now called him “ Captain 
Cook,” and he was sent on long and danger- 
ous voyages in the English navy. When he 
was at home in England he was invited to 


The Coming of the White Men 61 


great dinners, and given high honours, for 
he had become a famous man. 

At last he was asked to make a more dan- 
gerous voyage than he had ever yet tried. 
Wise men thought there might be a short 
way for ships to sail from Europe to Asia by 
going north of America. There were many 
icebergs, to be sure, as well as seas all frozen 
over, but perhaps there was a warm current 
running through the ocean. Captain Cook 
was so wise and brave he was the very man 
to try to find the Northwest Passage, as it 
was called. 

He started out with a goodly fleet. He 
sailed for many weeks. Many strange things 
happened. You must read the whole story 
of the voyage some time. But the brave 
captain did not find the Northwest Passage; 
he did, however, discover the islands of 
Auwae’s people. 

One morning at sunrise, as he came sailing 


62 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 


into one of the harbours, the brown natives 
flocked to the shore. They had never seen 
a ship before. They wondered what it could 
be. Was it a forest that had slid down into 
the sea? Or was it the temple of Lono with 
ladders reaching up to the altars ? 

It seems that Lono was one of the gods in 
whom the brown people still believed. He 
had gone away from their island long before, 
and had promised to come back some day on 
an island bearing cocoanut-trees, swine, and 
dogs. 

They thought the tall masts must be the 
cocoanut-trees, and when they saw the dogs 
and swine on board the ships, they were quite 
sure the promise had come true. Captain 
Cook himself must be Lono come again, 
and the sailors were lower gods who served 
him. 

One of the priests brought a red cloak and 
placed it on Captain Cook’s shoulders. This 


The Coming of the White Men 63 

was the mark of his greatness. Such an 
honour could only be offered a god. 

There were great feasts for the visitors. 
Offerings of fruit, chickens, and all good 
things possible were made to the white men. 
They grew fat on the fine living. They were 
merry over their good times. No doubt they 
laughed at the foolish belief of the savages, as 
they called them. But they did not say : 

“ My brown friends, we are glad you are 
so kind to us, but please don’t think we are 
great beings. We are human beings like 
yourselves.” 

Do you not think that would have been 
wiser and more honest ? 

After awhile one of the sailors died. Then 
the brown people began to think. They said 
among themselves : 

“ Gods cannot die. These people die, so 
they cannot be gods.” 

They began to watch more closely. Captain 


64 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 


Cook was very quick-tempered. He and his 
men sometimes quarrelled with the natives and 
were cruel. At last, sad to say, the brave 
captain was killed in one of these quarrels. 

^Some people believe the Hawaiians of that 
time were cannibals and ate his dead body. 
But this is not true. Auwae would feel very 
badly if she thought her American brothers 
and sisters could believe this. Captain Cook 
was a very great and brave man in the opinion 
of the brown child, as well as in yours. But 
he ought not to have let the people believe he 
was anything else than himself, — a white trav- 
eller from other lands. 

There is a monument to his memory on the 
island, and when you visit Auwae she will take 
you to see it. 

After Captain Cook’s death other white 
men came and taught the Hawaiians many 
things. They helped the rulers in governing 
wisely ; and at last the people saw it was best 


The Coming of the White Men 65 


to put themselves under the care of their white 
brothers. 

Auwae likes to read about the old days, 
however. She delights in hearing her grand- 
mother tell of her own youth ; of the visit the 
king once made to her village ; and of the 
grand celebration in his honour. The days 
were given up to feasting and entertainments. 
Men practised boxing and wrestling for a long 
time beforehand ; there were wonderful feats 
on horseback, in which Auwae’s grandfather 
took part. 

As he rode at full gallop through the vil- 
lage, he surpassed all others in leaning from his 
horse and picking small coins from the ground. 
Best of all, the old woman said, as he rode 
along he wrung off the necks of fowls whose 
bodies were buried in the ground. And this he 
did without checking his horse’s pace at all. 

But the most joyful part of the day was 
when the king, fairly covered with wreaths 


66 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

of flowers, took his place under a beautiful 
pandanus-tree ; then his subjects, one by one, 
came up before him, and, cheering and bow- 
ing, gave him offerings. It was always the 
best which the people offered their lord. 
There were presents of live fowls, hogs, clus- 
ters of bananas, cakes of seaweed, eggs, cocoa- 
nuts, nets of sweet potatoes, taro ; everything 
which the king could desire. 

“ What joy and good-will those days 
brought ! ” says Auwae’s grandmother. “ It 
was the happiest time of my life.” 

The old woman takes a great deal of inter- 
est in everything her little granddaughter does. 
She is very proud of Auwae’s collection of 
land-shells. She thinks it must be the finest 
one any child possesses in the whole island. 
She, herself, gave Auwae at least half of the 
different varieties. She had kept them from 
the time of her own childhood. 

Did you ever hear of land-shells ? They 


The Coming of the White Men 67 


are found on the low, overhanging branches 
of trees, and the little creatures who make 
their homes in them would die if you were to 
put them into the salt water. They are very 
tiny, and are of many different tints. Auwae 
has beautiful blue ones, as well as rosy pink, 
pale yellow, green, violet, and I don’t know 
how many other colours. In little basket 
trays, side by side, they look very pretty. 
Each variety has a tray of its own. 

Many days must have been spent in gather- 
ing the collection ; many different people have 
helped Auwae in making it, — for often only 
a single kind of shell can be found in one 
whole island. People in Hawaii exchange 
specimens, just as the American boys and 
girls trade postage-stamps with each other. 
The white people in the village would like to 
buy Auwae’s collection to send to a museum 
across the ocean, but she would not think of 
parting with it. 


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CHAPTER VIII. 

THE DIVER. 

When school is over, Upa and Auwae go 
home through the woods so that they can 
throw stones in a certain waterfall. They 
have no fear that snakes will suddenly take 
them by surprise, for there is not a single 
one in the whole island. Neither do they 
hear frogs croaking beside a shady pool, for 
neither frogs nor toads have ever hopped upon 
Hawaiian soil. 

Wherever they come to an open space 
beneath the trees, they play ball. Upa made 
his own ball out of leaves which he packed 
closely together, and Auwae bound it with 
sweet-smelling grasses when he had pressed 
it into shape. 


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The Divet 69 

The boy’s busy mind has planned new 
sport for the afternoon, and he says : 

“ Auwae, after you have had your nap, 
do you want to fish ? Old Hiko is going 
out to the coral reefs, and he has promised 
I should go with him. He says I may bring 
you, too, if you wish.” 

Auwae claps her hands with pleasure, for 
it will be a great treat. Hiko is the only 
one in the village now who dives for fish. 
The other men use lines made from the 
fibres of the flax-plant, and are satisfied to 
sit in their boats, and lazily wait for bites. 
Auwae has grown to be a fine diver, and 
hopes to learn something by watching the 
old man. 

After a dinner of dried devil-fish and sweet 
potatoes, with baked seaweed for a relish, and 
a delicious pudding of grated taro and cocoa- 
nut milk, our little brown cousin stretches 
herself under the trees, and is soon fast asleep. 


70 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

She is dreaming of catching fresh-water 
shrimps in the stream near her house when 
she is roused by a gentle pat on her forehead. 
It is Upa, who says : 

“We must hurry, Auwae. Hiko is going 
in half an hour, and he will not wait for us.” 

Auwae is instantly wide awake, and after a 
loving “ Aloha ! ” to her mother, she hurries 
to the shore with Upa. 

The old fisherman is already there in his 
long, clumsy-looking canoe. He hollowed it 
from the trunk of a tree, and there is just 
room enough inside for himself and the two 
children. At one side of the boat there is an 
outrigger to balance it, and make it quite safe. 

Hiko has a queer-looking paddle in his 
hand, and another beside him. These pad- 
dles are like clumsy wooden spoons ; it seems 
wonderful how fast they can make the boat 
travel over the water. 

The children wade out from the shore to 


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71 


the deeper water where the boat is riding ; 
then with a bound they spring into their 
places, Auwae to steer, and Upa to seize 
the other paddle. 

On they go till they are directly over the 
coral reef. The sea is a beautiful green, and 
as clear as glass. Now they let the boat 
float along, and all eyes are bent down upon 
the groves of coral below the water. All at 
once Hiko rises suddenly to his feet, and 
springs upon the edge of the canoe ; but 
first he seizes in one hand a small fish-net, 
and in the other a palm leaf. 

Ah ! down he dives, straight over the side 
of the boat ! Down ! down ! Will he ever 
come back? Do not fear. This is mere 
sport for him, — surprising a shoal of fish 
at play among the coral spires. To the wait- 
ing children it seems as though he were gone 
a long time, but in reality it is no more than 
a minute. 


72 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

As he appears again out of the water they 
shout in excitement, “ What luck, Hiko? 
What luck ? ” But they do not need to 
ask, for they see that his net is half-full. 
He has actually brushed the fish into it with 
his palm leaf, as your mother brushes crumbs 
from the table into the tray. 

How beautiful are these fish ! They are of 
many colours : red, green, blue, and yellow. 
Among them is one of a delicate pink tint, 
shaped much like a trout. Still another is a 
queer-looking fish with a purple body, a blue 
spotted tail, and a dark head that shines 
brightly in the sunlight. 

But the greatest treasure in the old man's 
collection is the sea-cock, or ki-hi ki-hi, as he 
calls it. Its back is covered with stripes of 
black and yellow; it is perfectly round in 
shape, while a long, transparent ribbon is fas- 
tened to its nose. 

Hiko lifts the sea-cock from the net with 


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73 


great pride. To show the children how beau- 
tiful it is while floating in the water, he fas- 
tens a cord through the creature's head, and 
drops it below the surface. It looks now like 
a gorgeous butterfly as it trails after the boat. 

But Hiko is not satisfied yet. He says he 
will dive once more, as he wishes to give Upa’s 
mother a goodly mess of fish for her supper. 
At the next dive he is gone for a longer time 
than before. Auwae grows fearful just as his 
old face appears once more. He is puffing 
hard for breath, and his eyes are red and 
blood-shot. He has been even more suc- 
cessful this time, but is quite tired. He 
tells the children they can allow the boat to 
float for awhile. They may rest for a 
luncheon on some of the dainties he has just 
secured. Each may choose the fish liked 
best. 

It seems queer to see the pleasure with 
which Auwae’s pearly teeth meet in the tail 


74 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

of the sea-cock. But such is the habit of 
her people, and raw fish seems no stranger 
food to her than fresh-picked strawberries or 
pineapples. 

The party now paddle their way homewards. 
But, listen ! A sound of music comes from 
the direction of the shore. See ! there are at 
least four canoes filled with people. They are 
coming out for a race, and, as they move 
along, are merrily singing in rhythm with the 
motion of their paddles. 

As they come nearer, our little brown 
maiden sees her father and mother amongst 
the party. She stands up in the canoe, and 
shouts : “ Oh, mamma ! we have had such 
fun ! Hiko says we may stay out and race 
with you, too.” 

And now Hiko turns the canoe in the 
direction all the others are going. The surf 
is running high ; there is a good breeze blow- 
ing toward shore, so there will be fine sport. 


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All who hold paddles work with a will, and 
the canoes are soon beyond the breakers ; 
then they line up and watch for a big roller. 

They have only a minute to wait ; all eyes 
turn as Hiko shouts, “ Hoi ! hoi!” (“paddle 
with all your might ”). 

The canoes rush onward with all the force 
the rowers can put into them ; for the boats 
must be moving fast enough when the breaker 
reaches them to keep up with the onrushing 
water. Otherwise they will be overturned, 
and the people obliged to swim ashore ; which 
would certainly not be pleasant. 

Hurrah ! The canoes are suddenly lifted 
up to a great height by the mighty power 
of the roller ; then down they suddenly drop 
to level water again and speed onward to the 
shore. It is like a long, grand toboggan slide, 
only it is on water instead of snow or ice. 

Auwae’s boat reaches the beach first of all. 
There is a shout of laughter from the gay 


76 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

company who follow. It is because one of 
the canoes has been left far behind the others. 
Of course the best fun lies in winning this 
queer water race. 

The sport continues for an hour or more, 
till it seems as though every one must be 
tired out. Then they draw the canoes up on 
the shore and lie about on the sand for story 
telling. 


CHAPTER IX. 


STORIES OF OLDEN TIME. 

Auwae’s father repeats a legend handed 
down through generations of his family. 
“ More than four hundred years ago,” he 
says, “ not far from this very spot, there 
lived a great chief. His home was not Ha- 
waii, but he came from a distant land to fight 
and win honour under the king of this island. 
He became powerful, and was much loved by 
the people. His relatives followed, and settled 
here with him, and all went merry. 

“ The time for the monthly festival drew 
near ; games, races, and trials of strength were 
planned to make a pleasant holiday for all. 
The chief himself was to take part. He and 
his dearest friend were both well trained in 


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78 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

sliding down the steep hillsides on their pol- 
ished sledges ; so they agreed to vie with each 
other at the festival to see who could win. 

“H ow seldom, friends, these sledges are 
used now ! What a grand sport it was ! I 
have a sledge at home used by my father, not 
more than six inches wide, and at least eight 
feet long. The runners are finely curved and 
polished. You must all have seen it. 

“ But to come back to my story. The 
chief knew well just how to throw himself 
upon the sledge ; he knew the difficult art 
of keeping his sledge under him as he slid 
down the steep race track ; he was able to 
guide his sledge with the greatest skill. 

“ But his friend was as skilful as himself, 
so the people expected a close contest. Many 
wagers of bunches of bananas and fat pigs 
were made. 

“ The time came, and the two men went 
up the hillside with their sledges under their 


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79 


arms. They laughed and chatted, and had 
just reached the top when a beautiful young 
woman suddenly appeared before them. 

“ She bowed before the chief, and said, 
c Will you try the race with me instead of 
your friend ? ’ 

“ c What ! ’ he exclaimed, c with a woman ? ’ 

“ c What difference should that make, if she 
is greater and more skilful than you ? ’ was 
her answer. 

“ The chief was angered, but he only re- 
plied, ‘ Then take my friend’s sledge and 
make ready.’ 

“And so these two, the chief and the 
strange, beautiful woman, rushed down the 
hillside. For a single moment she lost her 
balance, and the chief reached the goal first. 

“ How the people cheered and shouted ! 
But the woman silently pointed toward the 
top, as much as to say, £ Let us have one 
more trial/ 


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“Again the chief climbed the hillside, this 
time with the woman by his side. As they 
were about to start once more, the stranger 
exclaimed : 

“ c Your sledge is better than mine ; if you 
wish to be just, you will exchange yours for 
mine/ 

“ ‘ Why should I ? ’ answered the chief. ‘ I 
do not know you. You are not a sister or 
wife of mine.’ And he turned without further 
heed and flung himself down the steep de- 
scent, supposing the woman was also on 
the way. 

“ But not so ! She stamped her foot upon 
the ground, and suddenly a stream of burning 
lava poured forth and rushed down the hill- 
side. The chief reached the foot of the hill 
and turned to see the fiery torrent destroy- 
ing everything in its way. 

“Too late, he understood everything now. 
The strange woman was none other than the 


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81 


goddess Pele, who had taken this form to sport 
with men. He had angered her, and she was 
about to destroy him and all his people. 

“And look ! There rode the goddess, her- 
self, on the crest of the foremost wave of 
lava. What should he do ? He instantly 
turned aside and fled with his friend to a small 
hill from which he could see the awful death 
of his people. 

“ And now the valleys were filled with the 
burning torrent. Pele did not intend to let 
him escape. Nothing was left but the ocean. 
He reached it just as his brother drew near in 
his canoe. Together they fled to their old 
home across the waters, and never again dared 
to visit Hawaii, lest the dreadful goddess 
should come forth against him.” 

When the story is finished, tales are told of 
the old days of war and bloodshed ; when the 
word of the chief was law to his people ; when 
no life was safe from the power of the priests 


82 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

and chiefs. Then, indeed, were surely needed 
the cities of refuge still standing on this island. 

“ It is at least a hundred years ago,” says 
old Hiko, “ that my grandfather fled to the 
Pahonua, that strong old city whose walls have 
sheltered many an innocent man and helpless 
woman. He was accused of breaking the 
4 tabu * the chief of his village had laid upon 
a certain spring of water.” (Of course, as you 
know, “ tabu ” means sacred , and so the water 
of that spring must not be used by any one 
except the chief himself.) 

£C My grandfather was then a young man, 
gay and happy. He would never have dared 
to break the tabu, but an enemy accused him 
of so doing, and the chief sent armed men to 
kill him. A good friend heard of it in time 
to warn him, and he fled over the mountains 
on his trusty horse. 

“ His pursuers were in full view when he 
reached the entrance to the city of refuge. 


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Here they believed he was under the protec- 
tion of the gods, so they turned back. Draw- 
ing a long breath of relief, he entered the city. 
He lived for some days in one of the houses 
built inside its massive walls. Then he came 
home again without fear, for he could never 
more be harmed for the deed of which he had 
been accused. 

“ In those times, my children,” says the old 
man, “ the thief, even the murderer, was par- 
doned, once he reached the city of refuge. 
And during wars it was the place to which 
women and children fled ; there alone were 
they safe.” 

But the people are rested now, and do not 
care to think longer of the olden times. As 
the tide is far out, a dance upon the beach is 
proposed. Upa pounds his drum, and another 
of the party plays upon a bamboo flute. All 
the others move about on the coral sand in 
slow, graceful circles. 


84 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

While they are enjoying themselves in this 
way, we can examine Upa’s drum. He made 
it from the hollow trunk of a cocoa-palm. It 
is covered with shark’s skin. Odd as it seems 
to us, it serves his purpose very well, and the 
boy keeps good time with the dancers. While 
he beats upon it he delights in watching 
Auwae move about on the sand. She is the 
very picture of grace and happiness. 


CHAPTER X. 


UP THE MOUNTAIN. 

The pleasant days pass by for Auwae and 
Upa, and the time comes for the great trip to 
Kilauea. You must understand that Kilauea 
is not the volcano itself, but the largest crater 
on the side of Mauna Loa. Many grown 
people as well as children picture a volcano 
as a great cone with only one deep pit, down 
into which they can look when they reach the 
summit. 

This is not always so; for the fire raging in 
the heart of Mauna Loa has burst out in more 
than one place on its sides. Kilauea is the 
largest of these outlets, or craters. It is a 
hard journey to climb even so far as this. 
Very few people are daring enough to go 
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86 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 


still farther and journey to the summit of 
Mauna Loa. 

Auwae’s mother actually grows excited while 
she gets her little daughter ready for the trip. 
She does not care to go herself. 

“ It is too much work. I know I should 
get tired ; but you can tell me all about it, my 
child, when you come back. Then I can see 
it through your eyes. And Upa’s father will 
be kind, and will take good care of you. I 
shall not worry.” 

When the first light of the morning shines 
through the tree tops, three clumsy-looking 
horses stand in front of Auwae’s door. Upa 
and his father use two of them ; the third one is 
for our little brown maiden, who appears with 
a fresh garland of flowers upon her head and a 
smile on her red lips. 

She springs upon the saddle without help, 
and sits astride of the horse just as Upa does. 
In fact, all Hawaiians ride in this way, and it 


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87 


is very wise. The women could not travel 
safely over the rough mountain passes if they 
rode like their white cousins. 

“ Aloha ! Aloha ! Aloha ! ” echoes through 
the grove, and the party is soon out of sight. 
They have more than thirty miles of climbing 
before them ; the horses must walk nearly all 
the way, as it is a steady rise from the village 
to the edge of the great crater. 

At first, the way is through a perfect forest 
of breadfruit, candlenut, and palm trees. 
Among them are ferns growing from twenty 
to thirty feet high ! Their great stalks are 
covered with a silky, golden-brown fibre. 
Other ferns, more delicate, are wound around 
these and live upon their life. 

It is cool in the shade of the trees ; the way 
is narrow and the horses must go in single file 
to keep out of the thick underbrush. Pres- 
ently the way grows lighter and the party 
come out of the forest and pass a large sugar 


88 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 


plantation. Chinese labourers are cutting down 
the long canes and carrying them to the mill 
to be crushed. The white overseers are hurry- 
ing from one place to another, urging on the 
men and giving directions, while through it all 
Auwae can hear the rush and roar of a water- 
fall. She cannot see it, because the mill and 
boiler-house hide it from her sight. 

The party move to one side to let a team of 
mules pass them on the narrow road. The 
mules are laden with kegs of sugar which must 
be carried to the coast and shipped to distant 
lands. 

The children would like to stop awhile on 
the plantation, but Upa’s father says they 
must not delay. It will be evening before 
they can reach the volcano-house. 

As they climb higher and higher up the 
mountainside, the air grows cooler, yet the 
heat from the sun is so great they are 
still too warm for comfort. Suddenly a heavy 


Up the Mountain 89 

shower takes them by surprise, and Auwae 
cries out in delight : 

“ Upa, isn’t this fun? I’m going to open 
my mouth and let the raindrops fall right in. 
I’m so thirsty ! Aren’t you ? ” 

The children lie back in their saddles and 
leave their trusty horses to follow their leader 
onward and ever upward. No one gives a 
thought to wet clothing, for will it not be 
dry again a few minutes after the rain stops 
falling ? 

See ! the lava-beds stretch out before them. 
It is clear enough now that Hawaii, the island 
of flowers, was born of fire. All these miles 
of gray, shining substance once poured, a 
broad river of fire, from the crater above. 
Some of the lava looks like broad waves ; 
again, it is in pools, or rivers, or coils, with 
great caves here and there. These caves are 
really bubbles which have suddenly burst as 
they cooled. 


90 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

Auwae looks off to each side of the road, 
built with so much labour up the mountain ; 
then she thinks of what her grandmother has 
told her of her own journey to Kilauea, years 
ago. At that time there was no road over the 
lava-beds, and her horse slipped many times 
as he stepped on places smooth as glass. And 
many times his hoofs were badly cut on sharp 
edges, and left bloody marks behind him. 

The air is quite still. Not a sound can be 
heard. No birds nor insects make their homes 
on these lava stretches. Yet do not think for 
a moment that nothing grows here. The 
moist air and the rains have been great 
workers, and, in some strange way, delicate 
ferns, nasturtiums, guavas, and even trees, 
have taken root, so that the lava-beds are 
nearly covered. 

Hour after hour passes by. Auwae gets so 
tired she nearly falls from her horse. The 
luncheon has been eaten long ago. There 


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is no water to drink except what the showers 
have left in little hollows by the wayside. 
The children have stopped their chatter and 
lie with closed eyes on their horses’ backs. 
The smell of sulphur grows strong, and Upa’s 
father turns around to call out : 

“ Children, here we are at last ! And there 
is my old friend Lono in the doorway to 
welcome us.” 


CHAPTER XI. 


THE VOLCANO. 

Auwae suddenly forgets the long and tire- 
some ride, as she jumps from her horse’s back 
in front of the hotel. This hotel is built on 
the edge of a crater ! Think of the family 
who live here year after year ! Night after 
night they look from the windows upon the 
raging fire below, yet are not afraid. Many 
a time the earth shakes beneath them, and the 
house rocks to and fro. The shelf of lava on 
which it stands may break at any moment, 
and the people within may suddenly be flung 
over the precipice. Yet they live on, and 
work and play as others do who have nothing 
to fear. 

In many places around the house are cracks 


92 


The Volcano 


93 


in the earth from which sulphur fumes are 
rising. As the children look out in front 
they see the crater itself, more than nine 
miles round, and nearly a quarter of a mile 
deep. 

As they creep out and look over the edge, 
what is before them ? The crater is filled with 
steam, while over in a distant corner of the pit 
they look for the first time upon the “ house 
of everlasting fire,” as the old legends call it, 
— the home of the goddess Pele. 

The flames rise and fall, now high enough 
to light up the evening sky, now low as 
though dying out, and with it can be heard 
the breathing of this great furnace of nature. 
It sounds like the restless ocean many miles 
away. 

Auwae and Upa hold each other’s hands 
tightly and do not speak. Surely this is a 
wonderful sight. They will not forget it as 
long as they live. 


94 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

They are so tired, however, that they are 
soon fast asleep in “ white people’s beds,” as 
they call them. They do not awake till the 
sun has driven away the clouds which hang 
about the place in the early hours of morning. 
Upa’s father has already eaten breakfast and 
attended to his business with the landlord. 

He tells the children that horses are at the 
door to carry them down into the crater; for 
they have begged him to let them see every- 
thing possible. 

What a ride this is down the rough, jagged 
side of the pit ! The horses pick their way 
step by step over the sharp broken lava. But 
even here beautiful things are growing. There 
are delicate ferns, silvery grasses, pink, white, 
and brilliant blue berries. It seems as though 
Mother Nature wished to hide the frightful 
masses of black and gray lava. 

Now the air gets very hot; steam and 
sulphur pour through great cracks in the 


The Volcano 


95 

floor of the crater ; the lava itself will burn 
if Auwae dares to touch it with her fingers. 

The floor of the crater, looking quite even 
from above, is broken up into hills and val- 
leys, immense ridges and rivers of lava which 
have poured forth, one above the other, at 
different times. 

After two hours of hard riding and walking, 
Auwae and Upa reach the lake of living fire 
and look down, down, into its depths. But 
they cannot see the bottom. Each throws in 
a garland of flowers as an offering to the god- 
dess Pele. They know she does not exist, 
but it is an old, old custom of the people, and 
they have not quite grown out of the idea that 
it is safest to do so. 

For, look at the flames leaping up at this 
very moment ! “ People may be mistaken,” 

thinks Auwae, “ and the goddess may get 
angry if we are not polite, and suddenly drown 
us in fire ! ” 


96 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

It is dinner-time before the party get back 
to the hotel. They are willing to rest all the 
afternoon under the tree-ferns near the house. 
They lazily pick the ohele berries growing 
about them, as they tell the village news to 
the landlord’s family. 

On the evening of the third day our little 
brown maiden finds herself safe at home once 
more. She is very well, but quite lame and 
sore from her long ride. Her mother says 
she shall have a lomi-lomi, and she will feel 
all right again. 

Auwae stretches herself out on a mat while 
an old woman of the village pinches and 
pounds and kneads every part of her dear 
little body. Do you suppose it hurts ? Just 
try it yourself the first time you have a chance, 
and when it is over see if you do not feel as 
limber and care-free as Auwae does. 

She dances about under the trees, and 
exclaims : “ Oh, how nice it is to be alive ! 


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97 


What a lovely home I have ! But I’m glad 
I’ve been to Kilauea, though I would not like 
to live there.’’ 

At this moment she sees her father coming 
down the path to the house. He was away 
when she got home, and she runs to welcome 
him. 

“ But, dear papa, what are you hiding 
behind you ? ” she cries. 

“ I have a present for my little daughter,” 
he answers. “ It has cost a large sum, but 
my only child deserves it, I well know. It is 
something for you to treasure all your life.” 

He hands her a bamboo cylinder, telling 
her to see what is inside. The excited girl 
opens one end, and out falls a band of tiny 
yellow feathers to be worn as a wreath. It is 
more precious to this Hawaiian child than a dia- 
mond ring or gold necklace could possibly be. 

Why, do you ask ? Because of the time 
and labour in getting the feathers, which are 


98 Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

found on only one kind of bird in the islands, 
or any other place, for that matter. This little 
creature is called the 00. It lives among the 
mountains. Under each of its wings are a few 
bright yellow feathers no more than an inch 
long. Hunters spend their lives in snaring 
this bird. They place long sticks smeared 
with a sticky substance where the 00 is apt to 
alight. After it is caught, the precious feathers 
are plucked and the bird set free. 

While Auwae crowns herself with her new 
wreath, her father tells her that next month 
she shall go away with him on a steamboat. 
She shall visit Honolulu, the capital of the 
islands. There she shall see the wonderful 
war-cloak of Kamehameha the Great. It is 
made entirely of 00 feathers. Nine kings lived 
and died, one after the other, before this price- 
less cloak was finished. And now it is guarded 
as one of the greatest treasures of the country. 

Yes, Auwae shall see, not only this, but 


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99 


many wonders beside. She shall ride through 
the streets with neither man nor animal to 
carry her. She shall talk with people miles 
away by placing her mouth to a tube. She 
shall see how her white cousins live and dress. 

But her father does not doubt that she will 
be glad to come home again to this little grass 
house with the quiet and the peace of the 
village life. 


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the latter. 

A Little Puritan Rebel. 

Like Miss Robinson’s successful story of “ A Loyal 
Little Maid,” this is another historical tale of a real girl, 
during the time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was 
governor of Massachusetts. 

A Little Puritan Pioneer. 

The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settle- 
ment at Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds 
another to the list of favorites so well known to the 
young people in “ A Little Puritan Rebel,” etc. 


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By OUIDA (Louise de la Ramie) 

A Dog of Flanders : A Christmas Story. 
Too well and favorably known to require description. 

The Niirnberg Stove. 

This beautiful story has never before been published 
at a popular price. 

A Provence Rose. 

A story perfect in sweetness and in grace. 

Findelkind. 

A charming story about a little Swiss herdsman. 

By MISS MULOCK 

The Little Lame Prince. 

A delightful story of a little boy who has many adven- 
tures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother. 

Adventures of a Brownie. 

The story of a household elf who torments the cook 
and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the 
children who love and trust him. 

His Little Mother. 

Miss M ulock’s short stories for children are a constant 
source of delight to them, and “ His Little Mother,” in 
this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts 
of youthful readers. 

Little Sunshine’s Holiday. 

An attractive story of a summer outing. “ Littie Sun- 
shine ” is another of those beautiful child-characters for 
which Miss Mulock is so justly famous. 


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By JULIANA HO RATI A ElVING 

Jackanapes. 

A new edition, with new illustrations, of this exquisite 
and touching story, dear alike to young and old. 

Story of a Short Life. 

This beautiful and pathetic story will never grow old. 
It is a part of the world’s literature, and will never die. 

A Great Emergency. 

How a family of children prepared for a great emer- 
gency, and how they acted when the emergency came. 

The Trinity Flower. 

In this little volume are collected three of Mrs. 
Ewing’s best short stories for the young people. 

Madam Liberality. 

From her cradle up Madam Liberality found her 
chief delight in giving. 

By FRANCES MARGARET FOX 

The Little Giant’s Neighbors. 

A charming nature story of a “ little giant ” whose 
neighbors were the creatures of the field and garden. 

Farmer Brown and the Birds. 

A little story which teaches children that the birds are 
man’s best friends. Miss Fox has an intimate knowl- 
edge of bird life and has written a little book which 
should take rank with “ Black Beauty ” and “ Beautiful 
Joe.” 

Betty of Old Mackinaw. 

A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to 
the little readers who like stories of “ real people.” 


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By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE 

The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow. 

This story, written by the gifted young Southern 
woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of 
the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style. 

The Fortunes of the Fellow. 

Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm 
of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome 
the further account of the “ Adventures of Baydaw and 
the Fellow ” at the home of the kindly smith among the 
Green Hills of Tennessee. 

By FRANCES HODGES WHITE 

Helena’s Wonderworld. 

A delightful tale of the adventures of a little girl in 
the mysterious regions beneath the sea. 

Aunt Nabby’s Children. 

This pretty little story, touched with the simple humo/ 
of country life, tells of two children, who, adopted by 
Aunt Nabby, have also won their way into the affections 
of the village squire. 

By CHARLES LEE SLEIGHT 

The Prince of the Pin Elves. 

A fascinating story of the underground adventures of 
a sturdy, reliant American boy among the elves and 
gnomes. 

The Water People. 

A companion volume and in a way a sequel to “ The 
Prince of the Pin Elves,” relating the adventures of 
“Harry” among the “water people.” While it has the 
same characters as the previous book, the story is com- 
plete in itself. 


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By OTHER AUTHORS 

The Story of Rosy Dawn. By Pau- 
line Bradford Mackie. 

The Christmas of little Wong Jan, or “Rosy Dawn,” 
a young Celestial of San Francisco, is the theme of this 
pleasant little story. 

Slisanne. By Frances J. Delano. 

This little story will recall in sweetness and appealing 
charm the work of Kate Douglas Wiggin and Laura E. 
Richards. 

nillicent in Dreamland. By Edna s. 

Brainerd. 

The quaintness and fantastic character of Millicent’s 
adventures in Dreamland have much of the fascination 
of “Alice in Wonderland,” and all small readers of 
“ Alice ” will enjoy making Millicent’s acquaintance. 

Jerry’s Adventures. By Evelyn Snead 
Barnett. 

This is an interesting and wholesome little story of 
the change that came over the thoughtless imps on Jef- 
ferson Square when they learned to know the stout- 
hearted Jerry and his faithful Peggy. 

A Bad Penny. By John T. Wheelwright. 

No boy should omit reading this vivid story of the 
New England of 1812. 

Gatty and I. By Frances E. Crompton. 

The small hero and heroine of this little story are 
twins, “strictly brought up.” It is a sweet and whole- 
some little story. 


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The Fairy of the Rhone. By A. Comyns 
Carr. 

Here is a fairy story indeed, one of old-fashioned pure 
delight. It is most gracefully told, and accompanied by 
charming illustrations. 

A Small Small Child. By E. Livingston 

Prescott. 

“ A Small Small Child ” is a moving little tale of 
sweet influence, more powerful than threats or punish- 
ments, upon a rowdy of the barracks. 

Peggy’s Trial. By Mary Knight Potter. 

Peggy is an impulsive little woman of ten, whose 
rebellion from a mistaken notion of loyalty, and her sub- 
sequent reconciliation to the dreaded “new mother,” are 
most interestingly told. 

For His Country, By Marshall Saunders, 
author of “ Beautiful Joe,” etc. 

A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved 
his country; written with that charm which has endeared 
Miss Saunders to hosts of readers. 

La Belle Nivernaise. the story of an 
Old Boat and Her Crew. By Alphonse 
Daudet. 

All who have read it will be glad to welcome an old 
favorite, and new readers will be happy to have it 
brought to their friendly attention. 

Wee Dorothy. By Laura updegraff. 

A story of two orphan children, the tender devotion 
of the eldest, a boy, for his sister being its theme and 
setting. With a bit of sadness at the beginning, the 
story is otherwise bright and sunny, and altogether 
wholesome in every way. 



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